The Night They Came for Him...

He lays there peacefully , never has peaceful sent such urgency through my vains...
My heart raced, my skin tingled...
I held back the tears as I reached for the phone...
The seconds seemed endless, till I heard the voice on the other end say "911"...
I paced in despair, a surreal state of being, numbing...
I want to chase the angels that are peering down at him...
I can feel the demons dancing in the hall...
I cradle him, as tears fall...
"I do not want to explain what happened" I lash out to the operator.
"I do not want to give your landmarks to our house" I am panicking...
The walls are closing around me, I cannot breath...
Time seemed to echo around me as he lay there so peacefully...

Remembering David Swanson
2005

by: Mars Meadows lefever